cats whisker, which I could fish 100% of the time to the point it's a joke to ask me what fly I'm fishing
nickel-sized kicking crayfish I go to in spooky water, and a major foodstuff in our limestone creeks
Bull Creek Crayfish named for a 10-lb bass I stalked for a few weeks until I figured out her first morning rise, duck-walked the narrow dam before dark so I'd be there in ambush.
Bull Creek was also the first place I observed fall migration of these little crayfish, riding the current to spread themselves out in the creek.
a little bit different whistler I named North Fork for Tejas Camp on the N. San Gabriel - this fly does a really good sculpin, and the flagstone there has a lot of blennies. Similar story here, a flagstone pool with a big bass. See her rise, move to cast there, her next rise would be where you just left - we went round the pool a few times. Figured out her first morning rise and was waiting in ambush one first light.
Blind fishing and bottom-bouncing, this fly took a 22" endemic bass hen more than a half-pound bigger than the state record, and just before catch-and-release records came out - endemic bass records then required liver biopsy to determine whether the fish was a smallmouth hybrid - wasn't going to kill her for a record - I go by their blue-cheeks and sheen v. copper sheen. She was at the bat cave that sources the Trinity aquifer, and got this big eating baby bats that fell in.